After all that's happened, Harper wanted to do something normal. So she decided to take Darcy for a walk on the beach. Her body's energy was slowly coming back, but she still wouldn't be able to spend much time out and about. As soon as she climbed out of Layla's rental car, a strong gust of wind blew her hair in her face.

She shut her door and went to the back side door to get Darcy. As she pulled it open, Darcy lunged out and she quickly dashed for the leash. Layla climbed out of the driver's seat and came around to help, but Harper waved her away. "I'm good, I'm good," Harper said, shutting the door.

"Are you sure? I don't know if going alone is a good idea," Layla said.

"I'll be fine, really. Just don't forget to pick me up," Harper said, somewhat sarcastically. She started down onto the sand and Layla sighed before getting back in the driver's seat. Harper began walking the line of the ocean, just out of the tide's reach. Darcy tugged at the leash as he trotted on in front of her.

He, like any dog, was extremely excited to not only be with his owner again, but to be at the beach as well. Harper inhaled a deep breath, gathering two nostrils full of sea air. It was refreshing, seeing as she'd been cooped up in some room—whether it had been at the hospital or at Steve's house.

As the sand tossed over her feet, she took the quiet time alone to think. There were many things to consider. One big thing being something heavily weighing on her heart: she wanted to find Matt's family—she knew he had some kind of relatives somewhere. For a funeral, they'd need his body. That was the second thing she wanted desperately.

The need to have some closure in this matter grew every day. And it was just one more thing she stayed awake at night thinking about. She paused at the sight of a colorful flyer blowing in the wind, attached to an announcement board by the edge of the sand. She dragged Darcy up to the board and held it down so she could read it.

It was a flyer for Nani Kahakai Photography. It read that they were in need of a stand in photographer on a part-time basis. She pried off one of the business cards attached to the base of the flyer and slid it in her pocket before continuing down the beach.

She only made it a few feet before she noticed Steve's truck had just parked in a space before the sand. She raised an eyebrow, filled with sudden curiosity, and began walking over. He slid out and shut his door, and Harper smiled. "Hey. How'd you know where I was?" she asked, finally reaching him. As she stopped walking a foot from him, her smile faded as she noticed his expression.

It was somber. Harper had been given that look before. She knew it all too well. Steve tried to think of an easy way to say it. But he found there wasn't one. "Harper...we found Matt's body this morning," he finally said. Harper was inwardly confused in her emotions. Part of her wanted to cry because he was truly dead. Another part was relieved they'd actually found him.

She swallowed, nodding once. "Was...his body...were all the pieces there?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's intact. They had some kind of morgue set up they put him in," he said. Harper sighed in relief, and then was hit with a wave of sadness. She looked down the beach, trying to keep it together. She'd thought maybe, by some miracle, he wasn't really dead. That maybe she wouldn't have to track down his family—he would tell her where they were.

But, sadly, that was not the case. He was truly dead. Steve noticed her actions and he pulled her into his arms. She clung to him like her life literally depended on it as she struggled to breath without hitching. "He was the nicest guy ever," she said, her voice trembling. "He saved my life." With a sudden thought, she pulled back to see Steve's face. "Can you help me find any family or relatives he might have?" she asked.

"Of course," he nodded.

"Thank you," she said, sniffling. "Oh...how did you find me?"

"I called Layla," he said, brushing some stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"Ah. The all-knowing, very pregnant sister," she said, with a light chuckle of sarcasm. Steve rested his hand against her cheek and she slightly leaned in to the touch, trying to smile up at him. With a soft nod, she said, "I'm okay."

"You always say that," he pointed out, with a small smile.

"You don't need to worry," she replied.

"Harper, I'm your boyfriend. It's my job to worry about you," he said, before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Just then, Harper's cell phone rang. She groaned and pulled it out of her pocket. She answered, "Hello?" on the third ring.

"Hey, it's Layla. I just wanted to let you know I might be late picking you up," Layla said, on the other end. It sounded like she was focusing. Most likely Layla was driving. Harper sighed at that fact. "That's okay. Thanks," Harper replied.

"One more thing, I know you, like, just got out of the hospital and everything-"

"But you have plans," Harper finished, somewhat sarcastically. "And you want me to come with you, to wherever it is you're going."

"Not exactly. It's not right away, but I'm going to be making a trip back home in the next two weeks," Layla said. "And I started thinking, you know, what if you came with?"

"You want me to come to Florida with you?" Harper asked, surprised. She glanced at Steve a moment, knowing he was probably listening. "You don't have to. It was just an idea," Layla quickly added. Harper absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck as she thought. "No, no...I think it's a good idea. I'll have to think about it," Harper said.

"Of course," Layla said. "I just thought I'd run it by you."

"Okay, thanks," Harper said.

"I'll see you later," Layla said.

"See you later," Harper said, before hanging up the phone. Harper leaned back, into Steve's truck. Both of them remained silent for a few minutes. Harper slid her phone away and loosely crossed her arms over her chest. "Florida, huh?" Steve said, finally breaking the semi-awkward silence. Harper nodded slowly, thinking. "Yeah..." she said.

"You should go," he said. That surprised Harper. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "I should?" she asked.

"Yes. You might be able to finally get some closure, meeting your mother," he said. Harper was secretly fearful of the idea of leaving the island. Not the island, she feared leaving Steve. And there he was, telling her she should go without hesitation. Yes, she might get some closure. But she would hate being away from Steve for who knows how long Layla wanted to stay in Florida. "So...you're okay with me leaving?" she asked, confused a bit.

Darcy huffed from where he laid on the ground at Harper's feet, all but forgotten. "I think it would be good for you. Especially now," he said. She momentarily chuckled humorlessly, and shook her head. "That wasn't answering my question," she said.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Harper," he started to get a little confused himself.

"Wouldn't you miss me?" she asked.

"Of course I would miss you. That's not even a question," he said. Harper ran her hands up her face and settled her gaze on the nearly completely set, pink-looking sun above the water. "You don't want to go?" Steve asked her.

"I don't know," she said, mildly snapping. "I don't know what I want to do."

"It's okay to not know, Harper," he said, calmly. Harper sighed grudgingly and rested her forehead on her right palm. "I know, I know," she said, inhaling. With a small exhalation of air, Steve leaned his back into the truck, shoulder-to-shoulder with her, and put an arm around her shoulders.

She turned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Take your time," he said. "Really think about what you want. Not what I would want, or what Layla would want. Okay? Do what's best for you." She nodded and glanced down at Darcy. He looked to be taking a nap on the pavement. "Can we go home?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Come on."